1. The sorrowful soul and the humiliation of the abandoned one
Spoke to my torment with the secret of my conscience

2. O you who blamed my body with a glance of your eye
A look that mixes its sickness with disdain

3. If the condition brought on me by your glance remains
My eyes complained to my body and my joy diminished

4. For by the beauty of your face and the light it provides
Reunion with the likes of you is no disgrace